My host in Berlin runs his Mister B&B as a clothing optional space because that’s how he likes to live his life. It’s precisely the reason I booked to stay there. He had recently just done exactly the same nude sailing trip from Dubrovnik to Split in Croatia that I did two years ago. He was showing me his photos and I asked if there had been a discussion about photos and whether people were ok with full frontal being taken. He said that everyone had been totally fine with it without any terms and conditions.

When I did the same trip two years ago some people hadn’t cared at all, others said fine but they can’t go anywhere and some said no to frontal at all. All of those options are perfectly fine. People should have the right to their own image and how it is shared.

My problem with photos being taken of me by other people is how my body looks, not about my cock. If I’m feeling fat or out of shape I’m less likely to want a photo out there.

So I’m asking a question that I’m sure I’ve asked before. Of all my lovely nudist readers, if you are hanging out nude with your mates what’s your policy on photos?

When the nearly-celibate version of Brenton went on holiday, I was hoping he might not come back and it would seem that at least for the time being he is still missing. Slutty Brenton is still having some fun and enjoying the change of pace.

With my housemate currently out of the country for work the opportunities for sluttiness have increased a little. Not that he’d ever stop me hooking up but it just seems easier without a housemate sitting on the lounge when you want to welcome horizontal company.

There has been something that I’ve found a little surprising. Given my tendency to be naked when I’m home alone, especially when expecting previously mentioned horizontal company, I’ll usually have some porn on, clothes off and cock in hand in the lead up to the main event. When the guy rings the doorbell it’s far from unusual for me to answer the door naked and hard. That often gets a comment or look of surprise. My question is why?

If you have already discussed that you are coming to my place because the house is all mine at the moment, and we are going to be getting naked for the shenanigans (is there any other way?) why would it surprise you to find me already naked? I’m certainly not throwing the door wide open so the street can see but if we are about to penetrate each other there doesn’t seem to be much need for modesty. Maybe people expect a bit more of a tease but for a Grindr/Scruff hookup I really don’t see the point.

As gay men, we seem to have a real thing for brothers. I know I have a brothers/twins fantasy. It’s also a common fetish for a lot of gay men to see guys wrestle or fighting for dominance.

In this series for XEX Magazine Matthew and Andrew Billman pose in some very sexy photos where there is a real brotherly fight for dominance. The shots are really cool and while they have a cool style to them they aren’t over stylised. It’s almost like a Rufskin lite. In fact some of the gear they are wearing is indeed Rufskin.

I wonder if the Billman brothers actually do have a competitive rivalry and how that plays out in their lives? I’m kind of guessing they’d never planned to be posing together in a fairly sexy shoot fighting for dominance.

Most celebrity men are not that willing to go full frontal in photos or video. Milan Christopher has decided that it’s definitely time for that to change. Milan is known for his time on a U.S. TV show “Love and Hip Hop” and is also a rapper, actor and model.

It would be safe to say that Mr Christopher is not short on confidence and nor is he shy. He took inspiration from Kim Kardashian’s famous “break the internet” PAPER magazine spread and decided he wanted to have his own “break the internet” moment.

While I’m not sure he has the fame to create the same publicity that Kim has, he certainly has the physical attributes to get some good attention. I’m very impressed. Still have no idea what his music is like.

This week I’ve been chatting to a bi married guy on Grindr. The banter has been fun but along side the fact that he is cheating on his wife having unsafe sex with guys, his ego was making me very uncomfortable.

Throughout all the chat he kept wanting me to tell him how much I wanted his cock and that he wanted my “faggot mouth” to blow him etc. I’m nobodies faggot or bitch and no man will fuck me in my “cunt” because I don’t have one. I’ve just told him that if he needs to dominate guys and feel like their “alpha” then we aren’t going to catch up and have fun.

I also, maybe stupidly, mentioned that I think even though he’s genuinely bi and in love with his wife, that his bi side scares him and that’s why he feels like he needs to be the dominant one over the guys he fucks. He was surprisingly candid in admitting that might be the case.

It’s equally my insecurities at play here but this had gone past Dom-Sub role play scenario and I’m just not into being a hole for someone to use and I’m never going to beg for a man’s cock. As I told him, I have a lot more access and availability to get my rocks off with guys than he does. He also has a wife and kids to lose if he treats the wrong guy like shit.

About two months ago a friend asked me if I wanted to go to a workshop thing that he had signed up for. Unfortunately I couldn’t go on the day that it was on but he assured me the guy running it was planning to do more. In a couple of weeks, I will be going to the next one.

The workshop is called “The Forest” and it is a touch space workshop. The email my friend forwarded to me describes the workshop as follows. “This workshop is not an orgy, it is a personal development workshop. Using fun and play to explore boundaries, consent, sensory deprivation of sight, attraction, pleasure, surrender, generosity and community.”

My friend said it was really helpful in letting down barriers and being open to touch that isn’t necessarily sexual. Apparently people take turns in groups to either stand blindfolded while the other half of the group touches. Then the roles get reversed. It’s not about sexual attraction and groping but being ok with touch.

I’m a very tactile person but I’m also very aware that I like to be in control of that touch. After regaining a little of my sexual mojo in Europe, I’m really interested to see if this workshop can help me further that progress. I’ll keep you all posted.

In the past few years I’ve been getting restless. There was a project that I wanted to make happen but unfortunately the sponsorship money proved harder to get than anticipated. It would have meant packing my life up and travelling around Australia for a year, exploring, filming, photographing and really living a very different life to the day-to-day regular grind.

Youtube has some great videos of people pretty much doing that and today I watched the video below. Of course it doesn’t hurt that the guy living this dream life in the video below is spectacularly beautiful and very much my type.

The prospect of leaving an established life behind is pretty daunting and not something I have the money to do at the moment. While I’m sure there would be moments where it was really tough and lonely, being out in the world by yourself forces you to meet new people and do things you wouldn’t normally. Here in Sydney I won’t go to a bar alone or go out to eat alone. On holidays I will because you have to. There’s no point being out in the world but being a hermit.

Imagine all the amazing adventures, big and small that you could have doing this!

One of the best things about travelling is meeting people from all over the world. Sitting in airports I heard so many different languages and saw so many different nationalities and it made me smile. It’s one of those things that really gives you perspective on the world.

The U.S. does have a reputation for being a bit inward looking and not really being aware of the rest of the world too much. A woman on one of my flights did nothing to shatter that reputation at all. Chatting to the flight attendant she said she’d just been to London, Paris and Greece. When he asked what was her favourite she replied “None. The U.S. is better.” OK then. She went on to say that she prefers ecological travel and those places were all too busy. So why bloody go there if you don’t like big cities? We all know that’s what London and Paris are!

I also heard a story about a Peruvian traveller who said he’d seen everything Barcelona and Berlin had to offer in a day each and there was nothing more to see. I really don’t get why some people travel. If they don’t appreciate all the wonderful things about seeing a new city or country, why leave home? He apparently only ate McDonalds while travelling because he didn’t trust any other food. Don’t they eat Guinea Pigs in Peru? Stay there and create some space in the cool places for those of us that like the challenge of stepping out of our comfort zones.

Some Australians are hideous to see representing our country. Don’t go to Bali expecting to be impressed by the general Australian you see there. It’s baffling to try and work out why people travel with such a narrow minded view of the world.

Just after I left the country for my holiday the first issue of QAMA Magazine was released and it is available to view on Issu, here.

My photos of Chris are just some of the images included in the magazine but I’m very proud to see that one of them made the cover. Doing an erotic shoot was new to me as I’ve mentioned before but I’m definitely keen to do more, as long as they are still creative and artistic.

Head on over to Issu and check out the full magazine. You may need to create an account but that’s free and I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy the magazine.

A while back I posted a video from Timo Wilderness about Travelling Near. The idea is that adventures don’t have to be huge global things. Sometimes the best adventures are little ones.

I also pledged to try and do more regular vlogs of little adventures that I have in my own city and nearby. That is still very much my plan but I thought I’d also take requests and suggestions from you, my lovely readers about what you think those adventures could/should be. I will be finding my own adventures as well but is there something you’ve seen or done in Sydney that you think I should vlog about? Or for those of you that haven’t been to Sydney, is there something you’ve heard about you want me to explore?

Keep in mind, these adventures can’t cost me lots of money. The idea is to get me out and about in my own city/region and inspire others to do the same. Most of us are living on limited funds and can’t afford to have big adventures all the time. The adventures should also nudge me out of my comfort zone or be things that I might not have done before.

In the meantime I face the daunting task of editing videos and photos from my month long, much bigger adventure in Europe. Stay tuned!

Before I left on my holiday I had been joking with friends that if I can’t get laid in Berlin then I was going to come back to Sydney and put myself down. Berlin is a fantastic city with a certain reputation for it’s sexual availability. Lots of gay bars have back rooms and it just seems like if you want sex, it’s really simple to find it.

On this trip I did actually rediscover my sexual mojo. I’m not going to go into detail about what I did because that’s no one else’s business but mine. Having said that, it was a combination of gay saunas and Grindr that were the conduits for my sexual reawakening. I hadn’t been to a sauna in a few years and the last time it wasn’t a great experience. You definitely have to be in the right headspace to venture into an establishment like that and thankfully, holiday Brenton was in that headspace.

Now I just need to keep that momentum up and not let my preconceptions about the Sydney gay and sex scene get in the way of me having fun, dragging my confidence down. I don’t think it hurts to be a bit slutty at times and I know it does wonders for your perception of the world when you’ve had some quality fun.

After a month away, 11 flights, 3 ferry rides, one camper van and one quad bike, I’m home. What an amazing adventure.

I’m not sure I could have picked three more different countries to visit unless I’d thrown in Africa or something but it was well worth the variation in cultures and climates. I’ll get back to blogging properly as soon as I can but I’ve come home to a house being renovated which I was hoping was going to be more complete than it is. Hopefully today the internet will be sorted and things can be slightly more normal.

If Iceland were a person it would be that person you’ve been dying to meet for an inexplicable reason. They aren’t necessarily someone you’d be great friends with but you had a great time chatting to them and being challenged by them having an intense discussion over coffees. They aren’t the person you go to for an easy hangout but you come away from meeting them feeling excited, tired, fulfilled and challenged.

On the other hand, Germany is that friend that you might not have seen for years but they feel comfortable and familiar and very easy to chat to. You catch up like no time has passed and you wonder why the two of you don’t catch up more often. I’m not sure I could be friends with Germany in Winter but then they do have great saunas, both gay and “normal”. They are a great summer time friend to catch up over a large beer overlooking a canal and a park where you can probably sunbathe nude.

Then there is Greece. Greece is that friend that you always eat really delicious food and drink nice things with. You have a laugh and a great time but you spend too much money and apart from both loving the heat and the beach you probably don’t have a lot in common. They go out partying more than you do but they also let you have lazy days in the sun watching the world go by. They are passionate and everything they say sounds enthusiastic, even if they are just reading a bus timetable.

All of these new friends will stay with me for a long time. We’ll stay in touch in one way or another, some more than others. It was great to meet you, some of you for the second time.

This article popped up on my Facebook today as I sit in my gorgeous little studio accommodation in Mykonos two-thirds of the way through my adventure.

I hadn’t seen his original video but this one made me smile. A lot. Cynics out there will say he’s done it for youtube fame but I don’t think so. This to me, just seems like something someone would do to have fun and make other people feel good.

Firstly the guy has come up with quite a convoluted dance routine and done it in a heap of different places. Secondly he’s had to convince a hell of a lot of people to join him in his fun little idea. This is what travel is all about. They do say that travel is the antidote to prejudice and ignorance. Maybe a lot more people should travel a lot more.

I’m now in the third and final phase of my holiday. Greece. Late yesterday afternoon, after two delayed flights I landed in Mykonos. Within two hours I was eating a delicious meal overlooking the old port and enjoying a beer.

Today I caught the bus to Elia beach which is one of the few remaining beaches with a nude section. In years gone by Super Paradise beach used to be completely nude and now it’s completely not and filled with bars and party people.

After a few hours in the sun I might have got a bit too much sun but I feel reenergised and so relaxed. It’s true, I now firmly believe that I’m solar powered.

Tomorrow, after buying a different and possibly stronger sunscreen after today’s effort, I’ll be renting a scooter and driving to another beach on the other side of the island that I’ve been reliably told by two sources, has a nude section as well.

On a rainy Monday in Berlin I found myself looking for things to do that didn’t involve walking in the rain. I’d expressed an interest in going to a non-gay sauna and my host suggested Vabali Spa. Two trains and a tram later I found the place and what a place it is. After going to a sauna in Cologne I knew to expect lots of nakedness from both sexes but this place was slightly different.

In German saunas you have a ritual called an Aufgus. This is where an attendant comes in and in a specific way increases the heat and fans the hot air around. In the Cologne sauna the attendants did that in their uniforms. At Vabali the attendants (all very good looking young men) performed the ritual in a cotton wrap loincloth kind of thing. Then you would see them, after working up quite a sweat, showering and using the plunge pools with everyone else, completely naked.

Can you imagine a job where it’s normal for you to get naked and for your colleagues to get naked and no one bats an eyelid? That is the wonder of Germany. My friend Thomas told me that sadly some gyms have started putting in shower cubicles and some guys are doing the stupid towel dance to get changed and preserve their modesty.

I for one, believe that everyone should go to a German sauna and experience true communal nudity. There is nothing quite like it. Sadly I couldn’t take any photos. It would have been worth it.